The more things change, the more they stay the same. An old adage I might throw around jokingly. Origin unknown, but relevance attributed to songs or films of decades past. All in all, a statement that always rings true, a connecting thread between each phase of my life. I’m at the public library. How novel to exist in a free, fully air conditioned space. The deliberate quietness in each movement. The silent stillness of focus. The jolting echo of an occasional sneeze grounds the patrons’ transcendent thoughts.
